Luyện nghe bài hát Solidified

Yeah you know the don't stop, never, never
As we on
more of this drama for yo' ass
{'She me why..'}

You niggaz startin somethin
and beefin rappers, why our music so violent
and so dramatic, the love?
Why go so much static
Is it for real or all for sales?
I'm like, 'Shorty you must be
We been gettin like the Waco kids
I don't need to diss for recognition
You check the files: Infamous, Hell on Earth, Murda Muzik
You be SE-RIOUS
We this drama shit, we set the trend
We taught you niggaz diamonds and guns
And ways we choose to earn funds
We veterans, we got a decade of
Niggaz done came and went, and we poppin
Our name is carved in
the new blood know, we ain't no joke so

Let us solidify this - that?
We been solidified - but of course!
Lot of new rappers and young - uh-huh
They all +The Infamous+ - but of course!
We been for this music Dunn - man!
Who do it better us? - c'mon man!
Who continue to and bump? That's right
asked me why..'}

I ride around the crib 'fore I get out
without the headlights, case niggaz my whereabouts
Wanna, snuff me out, I ain't finished life
I'ma, thug it out, front you the price
And I'm a who can roll the dice, put up the crib

Won't sweat if I lose, bet ass won't live
to collect this splurge of mines, never
I'm a sore loser the (?), reverse hammers
Hit your mans up if press the issue
Some dead, the half crippled, and I'm a monster with led
Lodge a slug in abdomen, puts in the 7
Knowin in the stash box a rapper's friend
Get it and you WILL get twisted with chrome biscuits
no difference my nigga, we handle business
So please with the questions they right in, front of your
Homey stunt he to' from the gate, so

Nigga that you used to click turned on you
Idiots you to rap with hatin on you
Did you really get for half a mill' in jewels
at the video shoot? I you this boo-boo:
My still my stick-o
My stick man be my stick man the tombstone (mmm, mmm)
You got You got stomach for the Mobb?
You got for P? I get my rocks off

Believe nothin that you hear and only of what you see
Niggaz never cooked in the kitchen and never heat
wanna be thugs but on the inside so sweet
Niggaz butches on they records but never handle beef
Know bout golden seal, seein your P.O.
a dirty urine now you're snuffin a C.O.
F**kin right, I'm a man of the people but I kill you
If you cock-blockin the paper the shit'll get dude (so)